Four and three and two and done

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Grab your Bingo Bronson and hold him tight, because Broad City is finishing this week … and that is not right.

Sorry, I am too sad to even continue rhyming, so that concludes the Dr. Silky Ganache Seuss portion of the post.

I mean, I am so sad I can’t even get off to Kirk Steele’s films.

But I will power through my grief because kweens Ilana and arse-of-an-angel Abbi have brought joy to our hearts for five seasons, and they deserve to be honoured.

So grab a drink from your favourite speakeasy, pop on Val’s latest record and get ready to farewell Broad City.

And Garol. Never forget Garol.

And TBH, if you hate what I make, you can always get Ripa to buy pizza for after!

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Dog days aren’t over

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I’ve had a stressful few months since becoming a puppy parent – or pawrent, if you’d like to make me cringe. My sweet little puppy has hydrocephalus, which has stunted her growth and now every member of the public feels they can approach me in the street for a free meet and greet and to comment on her size.

It is exhausting and oft infuriating, and when I was last telling my girl Florence Welch about it she could tell that I am close to breaking point. Barely five minutes after hanging up, I got a message that simply read, “I’ll be over tomorrow.”

I burst into tears and thanked her – of course it is Florence who will raise me up, raise me up.

What do I make to thank her for making me feel like I’ve got the love?

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Walk With You

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I’ve been quite emotional with the tragic passing of my dear Luke, which got me thinking about all the other angels that have touched my life.

Which in turn reminded me that my dear Della Reese left the world just over a year ago, and I really could have used her support right about now.

As such, I’m backing the delorean out of the garage and heading back to the TBAA days to get some spiritual guidance.

What says I need you to walk with me while I work through this tragic loss, without mentioning said tragic loss and causing a butterfly effect?

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Here I Go Again

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TBH, I don’t always know where I’m goin’ and nor am I even sure I know where I’ve been. Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday, I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time.

JK Kimora, this whole patch of cyberspace is made to waste my time. So here I go again, here I go again.

Tho’ I keep searching for an answer and have no idea what I’m looking for – oh Lord – I know my dear Tawny can give me, strength to carry on. ‘Cause I know won’t let me walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again, though not on my own. So what do I make my dear friend when she comes down the only road I’ve called home – this year – and makes sure I’m not like a drifter that was born to walk alone?

Please help: I need to make up my mind, I can’t waste no more time.

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My sweet dumplin’

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As much as I love it, the marathon that is Awards Season is over for another year and it is so nice to be able to stop and breathe a little bit.

That being said, I’ve decided to invite my dear friend Linda Perry over this week in honour of her being egregiously snubbed of a well deserved Oscar nom for the soundtrack of Dumplin’.

I mean, I feel more attacked by the Academy than Glenn must, given ignoring Dumplin’ was ignoring just one, but two of my dear, sweet friends.

But it isn’t about me.

What do I make that says you’ll always be the girl in the movies wearing red shoes who won’t push and pull if we don’t … to me? Sorry, I went down a title rabbithole.

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Is The Fonz about to fly over the island?

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Despite whining about it at each of my pre-season catch-ups, Edge of Extinction is upon us and I am still excited. I mean, One World sucked but it produced one of the best winners of all time. So surely there will be a silver lining?

The concept of people voted out and getting to make it to the end lessens the stakes. But let’s not forget that Lil made for an entertaining end game and gave Queen SDT her first victory. Plus – I totally would have lived for Tina Wesson to somehow make it to the end in Blood vs. Water and snatch her second victory.

Basically, what I’m saying is. Don’t hate the player – Survivor, in this case – hate the game. Aka endless twists to avoid changing location. In any event, I’ve had to change my Ponderosa cooking plans and will instead be cooking on a camp stove somewhere between the sign offering Island of Extinction and the island itself.

Which is what my disappointment stems from, because booted contestants with hope are always so. Hopeful.

Who will be joining me as the first boot slash potential winner? Check back Sunday!

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Oscar Gold XCI: Call Me By Your Gold

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It feels like this awards season has flown by in an absolute blur, and I’m already starting to miss it. I mean, from popular films to the Kevin Hart scandal and my girl Allison potentially not getting the opportunity to hand out an award, it has been riddled with ups and downs, and I’m frankly exhausted by the marathon.

But I have a duty, to you and the entertainment industry, to power on and honour Hollywood’s night of nights with my annual Oscar Gold celebration.

Plus – I still need to earn some good karma to finally get myself an Oscar-worthy role.

Who’s star was birthed, became my favourite, filled me with a bohemian rhapsody and inspired me to rip a page out of my green book and engage in my gambling vice something something Roma, Black Panther BlackkKlansman?  Check in tomorrow as we kick of Oscar Gold, Call Me By Your Gold.

Excuse me while I go find some boardshorts and a peach.

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Pageant pals

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You may not know this about me, but I am an extremely talented and important part of global pageant culture.

Like, essentially, the role of Gladys Leeman was pretty much written about me. Though minus the murder.

In any event, that is how I know this week’s guest, the bubbly and energetic Honey Boo Boo. Aka my pageant mentee.

What do I make that adequately says here does not come Honey Boo Boo, because she is here?

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Somebody That I Used to Gold

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While it probably seems like I am limping through this little marathon called life – I am sorry about the sporadic social media, I have a sick puppy and I am a dutiful parent – I am trying to slip on my lycra, go to Yogalates and get my tri-weekly blowouts – that’s three times a week, right? – whilst maintaining an aggressive regiment of Hollywood catch-ups.

I don’t want to say I’m father of the year, but I’m totally father of the year.

Anyway, this isn’t about me … because once again the suits at the Recording Academy didn’t see fit to nominate my album of covers while impersonating either Celine or Kenny for record of the year – it’s all about the Grammys.

(Hey, I may be bitter but I still know the best way to get awards is to schmooze and mingle).

So dust off the ol’ gramophone, grab a Whitskey Houston Sour – because this is a dry year, FYI – and prepare to get acquainted with Somebody That I Used to Gold.

Who will be joining me to kick off this year’s celebrations?

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